Jamaica - Sandals Dunn's River Resort 1/2

 

Here are the girls at the Internationale' restaurant. Rusty and Jodi, a couple we met on the bus ride to Dunns' River, joined us. This place specialized in typical restaurant fare, like steak, seafood, etc. Part of the fun most nights is dressing for dinner. I didn't know it before, but the restaurants at Sandal's resort are very good. It's nice that they are, because you really can't wander around in Jamaica like most tourist spots. Plus, we could eat dinner at a restaurants of any other Sandals resort on Jamaica.

Here we are at the Japanese restaurant. The cook was fine, although I think he was just a regular cook they had trying to play the part of one of those guys who throws the knives, etc. You are expected to dress for dinner, no shorts or sandals ( how ironic for a place named Sandals). Initially, you think dressing up is going to be a pain in the ass. However, slacks and a golf shirt are fine, and it's kind of nice. I wouldn't let this requirement scare you off.

This is the scene from the restaurant we went to at the Ocho Rios Sandals. The setting with its' view of the ocean was very nice. It got a bit cool after the sun went down, so bear that in mind if you ever go. What the bad photographer (me) was trying to show and is hidden by all the whitespace is the ocean.

Jerry and Box and Terry at the tree bar. I think Rusty and Jodi, and Margaret and Mary are there, too, if you look. We would meet up with the other couples here before dinner. In the background you can see the entrance to the "forum", the niteclub at Dunn's River. Probably the only thing we were unhappy about was that there was no place to dance. You had dinner, Sandal's had some form of entertainment at the Forum, and then that was it. A good niteclub atmosphere with dance music would really help.

Margaret, Mary, and ? at the tree bar.

Gerald the bartender at the tree bar. We got the feeling that the resort workers enjoyed their jobs. It made it easier to relax and enjoy ourselves.

Gerald made us a drink called a "wild horse". Each bartender seemed to have his own special drink. Jerry, in the din, thought Gerald was making us a drink called a "white ass". So that's what we asked for. Gerald gave us the recipe before we left so we could try and make them Stateside.